Horizon Ridge there's something here that's broken

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Declan lets out a low guffaw that lacks mirth. If anything it is a condescending sound, a soft snicker of mockery. As used to he is as watching Conan flirt and be oh-so-prince-charming around women it always manages to bury it’s way beneath his skin where it festers like an infection. Declan is annoyed by it. Just as he is annoyed by it now. Creep? His burning amber gaze locks onto his brother with intensity for a moment before he lets out a low grunt. He is not being a creep. He is assessing, he is deciding. Any sane wolf would have run from him long ago. She did not run: she allowed him his curiosities and followed him upon his command when she’d had every opportunity to run. Part of Declan had hoped that she would flee. Yet …here she was. And here they were. The feral Commander cannot make sense of her submissive nature as a lone wolf. I have use of you. Even if it was just to gift her to the coywolf king in the end.

She does not answer Conan’s first question, frightful even as he tries to be sweet to her and the only response to his second question is a shake of her head. Yet, it answers what the Commander has been wanting to know and for a moment his prickly envy is replaced by gratitude though it is quickly broken by the low huff released by the feral Cathán as he watches his brother give a quick lick to the fur of his chest. Preening again. Under normal circumstances, Declan does not mind watching Conan preen but he thinks it is for her and this pokes at him like he is a enraged tiger in a cage. “She comes with us,” Declan decides, burning amber gaze sliding back to the woman to gauge her reaction before it snaps back to Conana. “not for you.” He tells his brother, deep and guttural voice is sharp with finality, leaving no room for negotiation and no interest in hearing an argument.

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